WHO: Prince Gorak
WHERE: A Mounds pod in a holding pattern...

The people on board couldn't help but notice the bright transporter effect. It made the entire interior of the pod glow. When it dissipated they looked around for the person who had beamed aboard but didn't find anyone. Luckily none of them thought to look on the floor of one of the carbonite chambers.

The invisible Gorak took advantage of the confusion to quickly pick up the B.A.N.G. (Baby Atomic Nuclear Grenade) that appeared simultaneously at his feet. He tucked it into his cloak and it disappeared. Is wasn't just a matter of it being spotted, there was also the matter of hiding the radiation signature it was emitting.

Gorak quietly looked around and wondered if this was the best Pupuhed could do. The pod was designed for 6 people and it currently contained 8, not counting the general. The humans no doubt figured the short trip would not necessitate a carbonite chamber for everyone. They were also probably in a big hurry to abandon ship.

Except for the prince none of the inhabitants were using the chambers so it was standing room only. They all were standing in line facing the door and anxiously waiting for it to open. Good thing too because if someone decided to sit down in the open chamber Gorak was in, the general would have been sat on.

Know-it-all escapee: "Someone musta been trying to make a last ditch effort to transport to our transponder signal. Poor bastard. Didn't make it. Just as well, we're sorta full."

Pod pilot: "Well, we're not out of the woods yet people. Looks like we're going to be hanging in the breeze for a few more minutes."

Everyone falls silent at the depressing news. Until a person who can't get a recent music transmission out of his head starts to sing the Macaraina.